After last week's foray into corporate pride-swallowing, I'm coming at you with a much more bucolic work, "Ode to MD 67." This one is straight from the heart and a little rough around the edges. For a couple of years I spent a lot of time on that old state road, and to the future it ultimately delivered me into.
A little meta-commentary, I've updated the podcast's closing to be a bit more streamlined. I know everyone always listens to the end to hear that end theme, so this will hopefully get you there a little quicker while I still conduct the business of the podcast. Speaking of business, I'll reiterate what I say there: if you visit https://LeftHandRob.net, you'll see along the right hand column of the home page all of my books, and for your reference my poetry books. Own the words you've heard me speak! While the podcast IS a labor of love for me, grabbing a copy of those books (they make great gifts, y'all) would be an amazing help to support this production. Okay, sales pitch over. Let's wrap this up the usual way.
You know the drill:
I want to hear what you think of the podcast, whether it's a specific poem or the format, or whatever's on your mind! Leave a review or a comment in your podcast app, or catch me on Twitter @Lefthandrob.
After listening to the podcast (or while listening), visit one of these sites and donate for the cause, because All Black Lives Matter and my fellow white (and cis) people we need to get in the game:
Donate to the Souther Poverty Law Center
Donate to the Equal Justice Initiative
The poems will continue to flow, but so must the Justice.
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